alias: survival mode
Sometimes I take a step back from life and I realize that I've been running in Survival Mode.
Doing as little as possible to get through each day.
Holding back. Hesitating. Preserving.
Waiting for something. Don't know what.
Just SOMETHING.
The days pass. The seasons change. The years slip away.
And you are no closer to your dreams. No closer to the kind of person you wanted to be.
And that tragic word. Regret. That word you're not supposed to use these days.
Yet it's there.
It eats and consumes your heart.
Body panics. Mind is paralysed.
Don't know what to do.
So you continue to wait.
Doing as little as possible to get through each day.
Holding back. Hesitating. Preserving.
Waiting for something. Don't know what.
Just SOMETHING.
The days pass. The seasons change. The years slip away.
And you are no closer to your dreams. No closer to the kind of person you wanted to be.
And that tragic word. Regret. That word you're not supposed to use these days.
Yet it's there.
It eats and consumes your heart.
Body panics. Mind is paralysed.
Don't know what to do.
So you continue to wait.